Chapter 184: Excited Bobo
Yaya tilted her head, looked down at the trembling Old Six, and lightly snorted, saying:
"You're not allowed to eat intelligent creatures. Otherwise, can I just eat you whenever I want?"
Bobo, who was kneeling and begging for mercy, couldn't help but widen his eyes.
He never imagined that the great master would say something so trivial to him!
Reacting quickly, he nodded repeatedly, patting his chest and quickly promising:
"Great master, please rest assured, I will definitely keep him in line from now on."
Yaya nodded slightly, flapped her wings, and turned into a streak of light, disappearing into the mist.
Bobo, whose heart was pounding with fear, rushed over to Old Six, who was lying there pretending to be dead with his tongue out, and kicked him hard, shouting:
"Stop pretending and get all the supplies together!"
Old Six, shaking his head, quickly got up and used his massive body to push dozens of wagons together.
Unable to eat the corpses of the murlocs and the transport team, Old Six began feasting on the draft horses attached to the wagons.
Bobo, who couldn't understand Old Six's behavior, naturally turned a blind eye.
If he wanted Old Six to run, he had to make sure he was well-fed!
After devouring two draft horses, Old Six reluctantly glanced at the pile of bloody corpses, his vertical pupils constantly darting around.
Bobo patted his head, resisting the urge to look up at the scene above, muttering:
"Now that you're full, get moving, and don't even think about slacking off."
"We need to hurry and round up the murlocs and finish the lord's task as soon as possible!"
Old Six carried Bobo, heading after the murlocs, swaying his head and tail, a sight that suddenly seemed a bit absurd.
Emerging from the mist, Elio glanced at the piles of supplies, and with his team, began pouring the prepared fuel over them.
Whoosh!
Fierce flames roared to life, sending thick smoke billowing into the sky, quickly consuming all the supplies.
Thinking about the lord's grand plan, Elio glanced westward into the mist, chuckling to himself:
"This is just the beginning!"
Watching the transport team members fleeing in the distance, Bobo resisted the urge to chase them and forcefully stopped himself.
If he chased them too closely, those guys would run out of energy.
With his excellent escape skills, Bobo knew this very well.
Looking at the gathering murlocs and their large, hunger-crazed eyes, Bobo hesitated:
"This is bad, if there's nothing to feed them..."
"Roar…!"
A deafening roar came from above, and the terrifying pressure of indescribable authority instantly subdued the ravenous murlocs.
Struggling with his sore belly and legs, Bobo glared at the murlocs and angrily scolded them:
"Stay in line! Don't embarrass yourselves in front of the great master, who possesses supreme authority. We must..."
The previously restless murlocs suddenly quieted down under Bobo's intimidating bluster.
It must be said, Bobo had a knack for this!
Flying through the sky, Yaya watched the little creature getting more and more excited, and a small smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
After spraying some nonsense, Bobo finally relaxed a bit, seeing that the murlocs had calmed down, and led them toward a nearby area.
They arrived at a pool of water, next to which was the transport road.
A fully armed squad of soldiers was escorting a large transport team, waiting there.
An indescribable aroma spread in all directions with the wind, and Bobo couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
He excitedly patted the frightened Old Six, scolding him:
"What are you afraid of? They're on our side!"
The closer he got, the more Bobo felt the immense pressure from the fully armed guard unit.
He carefully remembered Beelzebub's instructions and had all the restless murlocs stop.
Watching as the unit moved eastward.
Once he was sure they were out of sight, he led the murlocs forward.
They rushed to where the fragrance was coming from.
Bobo's eyes lit up. Amidst the smoke, he spotted hundreds of busy figures.
"Kobolds? These stinky sun-hating lizards, what are they doing in the Misty Swamp?"
"Of course, the great master must have these stinky lizards following her..."
"I need to come up with a plan to push these stinky lizards out of the way!"
In the front were three figures.
One was the burly Beelzebub, whom he had met before.
Standing next to Beelzebub was a massive kobold, which made Bobo's heart skip a beat as he suppressed his absurd thoughts.
"We're all under the great master's wings, so I must maintain good relations with my fellow comrades!"
In front of them, Matthew, dressed in an arcanist's robe, was smiling as he watched Bobo approach.
Looking into those black eyes, Bobo felt a sense of familiarity, and a strong premonition arose in his heart.
In the coming days.
Whether he got soup or meat would depend on this man.
Using his clever little brain, Bobo had already figured out Matthew's true identity.
Bobo had Old Six stop, then jumped in front of Matthew, imitating a proper bow, kneeling on one knee, and said in a cunning tone:
"Great lord, I follow your orders. Whether it's climbing a mountain of blades or diving into a sea of fire, I will die without regret!"
That's right, despite Bobo's strange accent, he spoke fluent Eastern language!
Hearing that familiar voice, memories and images flashed through Matthew's mind.
They slowly faded away, leaving behind the somewhat anxious little murloc who was watching him nervously.
Matthew wasn't sure where Bobo had learned Eastern language.
But for now, the urgent matter was to let these starving murlocs have a proper meal.
"I've prepared food for you, eat well, and then we'll have more tasks to complete!"
Matthew nodded to Gold-Fang, who took large strides forward, working with Bobo to "organize" food for the swarming murlocs.
Whip! Whip! Whip!
The strong kobolds rushed out, whipping the murlocs who crowded forward, knocking them to the ground.
Seeing this, Bobo couldn't help but blink, and he smiled even more brightly at the burly Gold-Fang beside him.
Under Bobo's control, the whip's guidance, and the lure of food, the chaotic murlocs actually settled down.
Chewing on a chunk of meat, Bobo drooled over the bubbling fish soup in the pot, feeling a bit puzzled:
"Murlocs fear me, follow orders, and fight fearlessly in battle, but they're not that smart, so how are they behaving so obediently?"
Of course, Bobo didn't know that the strong kobolds Matthew brought were experienced in raising murlocs and taking care of "trolls" in Bay Territory.
These kobolds carried a unique aura and presence, easily suppressing the weak murlocs.
The murlocs might be stupid, but they also feared death!
Even sheep and cattle can be tamed, so why not murlocs?